I am not going to be “complaining about injury guy” or “always negative guy.” I’d rather be “find a solution guy” or “accept what I cannot change guy.” Still the whole thing perplexes me.
Aging accounts for some. Stupid training mistakes account for some. But when I look at 'the list,' I do a lot of things right. Change up my running surfaces. Check. Rest days. Check. Foam roll. Check. Mix up my speeds. Check. Slowly build up mileage. Check. Change up my brand of running shoes. Nope. I've stuck with the same brand over the last two years.
Putting on the Nike Pegasus is like a shot of dope to my runner's soul, but, maybe the Pegasus was doing something wrong for me. Some microscopic structural fusion in the Nike brand is exacerbating my ligamental weakness and radiating injuries through my runners soul (don't read that twice, it's not supposed to make sense)
So, I am ditching the Nike Pegasus, and my dream of being sponsored by Nike is certainly over, especially after this blog post.Because, I am doing more than ditching them. This is more than just blame. This is scapegoating. Undue irrational blame to express and vent all my frustrations. I need a scapegoat. I need to go medieval all over that damn swoosh. And I am thinking I may even go public. The best scapegoats are public, right? Public hangings. Public flogging. Public stoning. We've all seen this done with shoes
